Long Compleat Poems
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to this life i live
for every breath i am
forced to breeth
to this existance
where i have a voice
to the places
where i have no choice
to the reasons
that i toil
for the child
that was not spoiled
to intentions that
motivated my invention
what am i ?
who am i ?
and where am i going?
what's guiding my feet to
where they are going
what guides my thinking
to what i am knowing
what inspires my voice and hand
to speak and write what i am
what does my future and past say
about my today
and if i die will my mission
be compleat
did i say enough
did i write enough
did i do enough
to who and what do these things matter
to me? what do i have?
to God? oh God what have i done?
to the world? yes, i left my mark
maybe a bruse but not a scar
i reached for the stars
climbed the mightest mountian
and gave 110%
and you say my reward
is with in me
all i can say is
please don't ask me
to do it again
i couldn't put myself throught it
except to know that
next time will be harder than this time
that what didn't kill me last time
might kill me this time
has my spirit been broken
or my gold been refined
how strong do i look
brokendown crying
Sometimes smileing is the hardest
thing to do
Knowing what I know, seeing what
they do
Sometimes I think my smiling is the
thing that makes things worse
It"s hard hard to think my smiling is
the cause of my curse
Sometimes I think by divine design
My best plans are twarted
My hopes and dreams would just
unwind
If something was what I wanted
If I could give my smile away
Joy would be disburst
My smile would try to fill the day
With the happiness it rehursed
My smile wants to smile
But instead tears they burst
Tears that come unwillingly
But from a natural birth
Tears that tell the secret
Tears that reviel the fears
Tears of untold sorrows
Tears from all the years
A million and one things
Could be hidden with a smile
Is a smile worth giving
With heart breaking all the while
Who would suspect the smile
The master of deceit
Smiles they go unquestioned
They make the deal compleat
But this day a day I did not choose
A day for my soul to sorrow
Today my smile I will not use
But save it for tommarow
A smile unabused a little less used
Ready for the world
But while this meloncholy stays
My smile will go unfurled
Dr. Smith,
Friend and colleague. It is to my compleat and professional embarasment.
That these vicious rumors that have reached your ears...
That I through these many years
secretly admired you
And upon news of your engagement
was reduced to tears
I have become the butt of office laughter
Putting in question my career and professional standard
under scrutiny ever her after
Let it not be said that I did not value your friendship
or in secret hope wish for something more....
Let me rephrase that .
That I did not always wish for you the best.
And that when opportunity presented itself
that I would try to prevent
you from going through the door.
Please, do not believe the rumors
that say my heart is sore
If marriage makes you happy
then be happy ever more
Please don't think that after your marriage
any less of a friend I'll be
I'm sure that in time
my loyalty you will see
and as for those tears everyone did see
They were tears of happiness
from me to you, you see
What else could iI have ever dreamed
when it comes to you and me
Sincerly
Dr. Lang
(To Be Continued)
Form:
It’s her and not the Waffle House
That bids me come that way
Not the food or awesome prices
But her smile that feels like pay
Her beauty has me blooming
With stares and look and see
And as she takes my order
No other place I’d want to be
Her movements have me craving
The all she is to me
While simply wearing a uniform
She awakens my need to be
The kindness of her service
Would cure any lonely condition
There something more that arrives
Not coming from the kitchen
It’s not the place with something to eat
That turns that something on that’s missing
And never mind the jealous eye’s
That are there just like mine
Wishing that they were kissing
The cries and lies that beacon time
And suggest a cozy meeting
My turn that often comes and goes
with my always ever seeking
Away to be a little more
With would be love that's creeping
Imagine this a beautiful wife
Compleat with ring and hair
An overdose of happiness
Where few brave souls do dare
I settle for just the stolen moments
With my precious loving care
Glad to be without the worry
Of the eye’s that wink and stare
sense when did Isreal replace the Nazi's as
an evil oppressive regime
how in the world did it let APARTHIDE!
become it's terrible theme
why are it's officers acting like
the old German SS
terrorizing citizens, women and children
in distress
aren't they the people who from Egypt
God set free
who from time to time, God reminded;
foreigners are just like me
aren't they the people saved from the
holocost
why would they do to others
from what they were saved from
and nations fought
just look at what happened over there
at first i really didn't care
"they deserve it" i said to myself
everyday saying "they're doing it to themselves"
then the Palistinians said they won the war
and at first; i couldn't see
but for a man who loves Israel
yet blind, i cannot be
my prayer is still for Isreal
when it is compleat
that it will be peaceful and not evil
and with foreigners live in peace
(6o Minutes did a story 1-25- 09. I saw Isreali Soldiers hide like thieves. like they were
stealing.)
Form:
i imagined finding a bottle in the desert sea
all encased with jewels it mystified me
i open up the bottle
and out comes a puff of smoke
it swirled all around
but did not make me choke
then out of no where
a form began to appear
it was you, my jennie
popped up from nowhere
you are my magic jennie
with power to grant my every wish
you wait for my command
but truly i am thoughtless
you are my wish
and nothing else would do
when it comes to wishing
i have no more to do
you and nothing else would satisfy me
you and nothing else would compleat my dream
you and nothing else would i write into this scene
you and nothing else would i make my queen
thoughtless yet am i
to all material things
your presence is my answer
to my sweetest dreams
your beauty is my treasure
such a wonderous thing
your spirit is my light
to you i'll always cling
so here to you i'll say
and lets be on our way
you don't have to be a jennie
just be mine everyday
Homeward, on an hungry belly
En-route a quick long trek, perhaps
It’s the hard day-after-day norm
And the poor little boy is mind-full
He deserves some respite–
and even more
If only to furnish a compleat cycle
But, couching in an utopian suite,
was miles from the priority–
‘twas scarce and sparse;
like rainfall in the Sahara
Maybe it had to be invented-
a make-shift
Not a very likely pick really:
Plastered with harmattan dust
Everywhere strewed with literature
and scrap
and other features
of sanguine entropy
But no more of pleasurable comfort
Howbeit, with serenity and quietude,
it was his choice
Preferred above the Burj
Such was the incubator his mind reveled in -
Sandwiched like a worm in a book
in the tranquility of darkness
And when the dawn enters
It does with refreshing enthusiasm,
For there was enriching activity
in father’s room
you light up my life
and have made me compleat
the one i would kiss
each day of the week
a year and three months
to this very day
i spoke to you last
before you went away
many tears have sence fallen
and screams i let out
just like laughter
uncontrolably out of my mouth
my greif scourges me
every where i went
yet to others i looked content
each day i kiss your picture
and say i love you to your name
i guess they're the thing i do
to keep from going insane
all these thing must have added up
to a small message from the God i trust
early early this morning
after i woke up a music box
played just a few notes
you light up my life
were the notes that it played
shocked and awed i was dismayed
but when i found the box that had played
it was the one i gave you
because of the song it played
(This is a true story)
22 years ago when i was 22 and you were 44
could we have had the same dream
the same heart
the same feelings on a dance floor
could not Cyrano teach me to score
me,the man in the iron mask
on the other side of the door
could not Shakespere live just once more
and render a sonnet that would open that door
then i would beacon Orpheous to sing
of the love he lost in Hades forever more
it is to hear a song so sweet
a short verse so compleat
with a feeling so neat
that i would sweep you off your feet
then we would dine at loves feast
Bowled over, kneading you, feeling sub-lime
from my head tomatoes. Hear my heart beet!
Eggcited, wonton you olive the thyme.
Donut you carrot all for me at yeast?
You’re one in a melon, sweet sugar pie,
forbidden fruit I find so appeeling.
Cherry on the cake, apple of my eye.
Has there bean love? Don’t berry the feeling.
It’s a big dill and takes two to mango.
I’d sacri-rice all because you compleat me.
You oat to love me. Peas, love miso!
Just food for thought. Chew that fat with your tea.
I have so mushroom in my heart for you.
A pizza your heart? Say yes, honey - DEW!
Dec. 28, 2017 for Viv Wigley's Food Fight Poetry Contest